I loved learning about Shannon Kent—her impressive drive to do all the things; her innate ability to understand language, culture, and loving people while helping to eradicate evil among them.
The book itself put Kent on such a high pedestal in that she did everything and no wrong. I truly believe she was something quite out of the ordinary, and that this was written to mostly eulogize her (and I would expect nothing less from my own husband), but there really was no mention of Kent’s humanity among her many accomplishments.
The book was repetitive at times, which could be explained as it was written by a journalist, not a novelist. That aspect wasn’t necessarily bad. It also came full circle, which I appreciated.
My biggest pet peeve, however, was the book’s title. Send Me. I knew it was in reference to scripture—Isaiah 6:8. So I wrongly assumed that there would be more of a slant toward God. There most definitely was not. In fact, when that scripture, or commission from God, is finally mentioned at the end of chapter 18, it doesn’t even quote it correctly, failing to note the beginning of the verse, which says, “And I heard the voice of the Lord saying…”
Moreover, Kent requested, and received, Hindu rites at her burial.
I know that I shouldn’t judge a book on whether or not it is “religious”; but when the title is taken from the Bible, I can’t quite help it.
I’m also aware that to lean into religion as a book about a military demigoddess, would be akin to invoking manifest destiny and neocolonialism. With that being said, the authors balanced the story-telling of our military well with goals and imperfections—example, how we actually aided the development of ISIS.
I just wonder how much more I would have liked the book with a different title and less of an idolized portrayal of Kent (a clearly magnificent woman).